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Monday, May 26, 2008
A moment of weakness
Come Home.

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Sunday, May 25, 2008
I'm finallyyy
HOME, SWEET HOME: where the jeepneys photograph better than cable cars and merlions and great big ships; where the character sticks between the grit and grime of ancient tsinelas; where everywhere is a scene and everyone is a little stitch on a beaten battered thread bare old coat! Home, where the run on sentences are perfectly justified by the fact that I've got that ohsofamiliar feeling of my heart riding up my throat!

There's so m
uch more I wish I could say, just to try and give a certain someone that certain feeling..or something a little bit like it, but I'm pacing myself here. Because, despite the fact that I know myself all too well..I'm rooting for you over here :) This is one bet I want to lose..just because it's about time I outgrew this silly little habit. So come on, prove me wrong. Lean in a little nearer, linger a little longer and say a little more. Oh, and keep an eye out for that inside curve.

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Team Cook!
You get me so freaking hormonal! WHY are you so shhhmexyyy David Cook David Cook David Cook HOT SEX and eargasms!! :))

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Wasn't much, isn't much
People like you are held together by an intricate little bond called bullshit. I'd love to give you the benefit of the doubt, but the novelties of trust and second chances have been long worn out in this cynical little mess of apathy and "lessons learned."

It's been years since I last saw the point in walking that st
upid little tightrope; I've kept myself intact for a while now and I'd like to keep it that way. Still, I have to admit: a growing part of me was becoming more and more curious. I guess, despite all the so called cynicism, I'm still looking forward to seeing someone get past that two week mark.

Don't yo
u dare get cocky 'til you get lucky.

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Monday, May 12, 2008
Urges urges
I could kiss it and make it all better, over and over and over again, but would I?..and should I? And if I would and should and did..what then, mehn?

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